All language subtitles for The.Collector.1967.P.1080p.BluRay.Remux.x264

1st Prologue: Haydee

2nd Prologue: Daniel

We must all realize
our full potential.

Those who don't
are like the people in Versailles,

who surround those who do.

Those who do, are inevitably
surrounded and aggressive.

This, for instance, is perfect.

It couldn't be better.

It's painting.

It's thought,

shut in...

...by razor blades.
I'm bleeding!

That is to say,

the unity, the unique,

basing it's cause on nothing...

surrounded by it's own thought,
as if by razor blades.

It's impossible to hold. See.

It's done on purpose...

Aside from your cut.
But that's on purpose.

I'd like the others
to get cut, not you.

You'd like paint to cut fingers?

No. Let the others get cut,
not you.

You're sharp,
so don't need to be cut.

It bothers me.

I don't mind getting cut.

Doesn't it hurt?

I see dangerous people.

You remind me of elegant people
in the XVIIIth C.,

so concerned with appearance,

and how they were perceived.

That was already a creation,
the start of the Revolution.

The distance,
established by elegance...

with regard to
non elegant people is capital.

It creates a kind of void
around the person,

and it's that void
around the person,

that you create,
with objects too.

But, in fact, you'd be fine
without your objects.

You are the can of paint
with razor blades.

As was Saint-Just.

The razor blades are the words.

They could be silence.

They could also be elegance,

a certain yellow.

3rd Prologue: Adrian

Maybe style is more
important than beauty.

In love, the notion of beauty
is essential.

We love
when someone's handsome.

No, he's thought handsome
because he's loved!

Yes. A man may be ugly
and yet full of charm.

Loved, his ugliness
becomes beauty.

For me an ugly man
has no charm.

Nothing's possible.
It's over immediately.

What's over?

Anything. Even very
superficial relationships.

Even just the time
for a drink. I can't.

If he's ugly, I leave.

Can you make friends
with someone you find ugly?

Ugliness and beauty have
nothing to do with my friendships.

I don't see my friends
as either ugly or handsome.

Friendship doesn't happen
in 5 minutes.

How can you do that
with someone you find ugly?

I run. It's impossible!

Ugliness isn't it.

Among all the beautiful people,
I'm only interested...

in those who possess
more than beauty.

Someone of absolute beauty
would bore me.

I'm not talking
about Greek beauty.

Absolute beauty doesn't exist!

To find someone handsome,

sometimes a tiny thing is enough...

maybe something between
his nose and mouth.

So anyone could appeal to you.

- No!
- Why not?

No! I find very few people
handsome.

It limits my friendships severely,

because if I'm repelled by people,
I never see them again.

And since many people repel me...

You never change your mind?

No. The first thing I say
whenever I'm asked to dinner,

isn't "What does he do?",
but "Is he handsome?".

And ugly ones are always doomed?

To the oven!

Yes, they deserve it.

Ugliness is an insult to others.

One's responsible for one's looks.

For instance,
a nose moves or gets old

according to the way
one thinks or speaks.

Besides, I'm not talking
about still beauty.

Movements, expressions, gait...

everything counts, doesn't it?

How long will you stay in London?

At least five weeks.

Your photos won't take that long.

No, but I have a lot
of friends to see.

And I love London in July.

Why not come to the Riviera?

Rodolphe is lending me his villa.

I have lots of things to do!

You just said the opposite.
Come for a few days.

It's not worth it.
Why don't you come to London?

Why? I have nothing to do there!

What will you do,
all alone on the Riviera?

I have business meetings.

What business? I never believed
in your so called business!

I have to go to a sale...
hunt for a sleeping partner...

a collector of Chinese curios.

He's financing a gallery for me.

Wouldn't London be
more interesting for you?

I see only serious people,
and do only serious things.

Come along, you'll see.

- No, I won't come.
- Why not?

Because, it's necessary,
from time to time,

for one of us
to do something serious.

But I am serious.

Why do you run
when we could be together?

I'd like you to come.

I'd like it very much.

Why don't you come to London?

I already told you, I can't!

Well, in that case...

End of prologues

As soon as I arrived,
Daniel told me the bad news.

Rodolphe had invited a girl here.

She would surely disturb us.

Maité?

Haydée.

I don't see...

Besides, those girls
don't interest me.

Well, it's only for 24 days.

What type?

Rather simple, a round head...

close-cropped, charming.

Is she here?

As a rule...yes.

She begs here and there.
Brings guys here.

That's just like Rodolphe.

He's surrounded by simple people.

Anyway, if they bother us,
we'll kick them all out, her too.

I longed to be alone.

Daniel's presence was no problem.

As I lived all year
without hours or dates,

I considered making a rule.

The monastic style
of my room helped.

First, get up early.

I'd always approached dawn
in reverse, after sleepless nights.

Now I'd live mornings
in the right order,

and associate them,
like most people do...

with the idea of
awakening and beginning.

An invigorating,
yet oppressive feeling.

I had to shift...

my life
back a third of a day,

in order to be too tired at night,
to give in to the temptation to go out.

So what did I want to do?
Exactly...nothing.

For once I'd take a real holiday.

My work began
when others' stopped.

Evenings, weekends,
on beaches, in the mountains.

This year only one thing
interested me, my art gallery.

Nothing else mattered.

And since everything was ready,

I had only to wait.

Having for the first time
in 10 years, nothing to do,

I undertook to do really nothing...

That is, to carry idleness
to a height I'd never yet reached.

I even tried not to think.

At last I was alone
before the sea...

far from cruises and beaches...

accomplishing a dream cherished

and put off year after year.

I wanted my glance
to be as empty as possible...

void of a naturalist's curiosity.

For if I had yielded
to one of my desires...

I'd have spent
my life collecting plants.

I surrendered to the vision...

and play of shadow and light...

falling into apathy
prolonged by a swim.

That state of passivity,
of total availability...

promised to last much longer
than the euphoria...

brought by the first contact
with the sea.

I saw myself for a whole month,
spending every day, in the same way.

That's why I couldn't bear
seeing anyone but Daniel.

The only woman I would
have liked to see, was far away.

I'd resigned myself to it,

and without difficulty

dismissed, for ever, I thought,
the thought of her.

But I wasn't ready
to tolerate another,

especially not one of Rodolphe's
pathetic little protégées.

The world belongs
to those who get up early!

I want to swim
every morning at sunrise.

And I at noon.

- Are you reading this?
- No, you can have it.

That quest for nothing,
for emptiness...

Daniel had his own way...

more direct and brutal than mine.

I almost considered him a master.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

Nothing at all?

Absolutely, positively nothing.

Since I arrived, I've done nothing.

I even do less and less.

I want to reach the absolute nought.

It's very difficult.

It requires incredible care.

It comes to me naturally.
It's my inclination.

It's more tiring to follow
one's nature than to fight it.

You're doing something, reading.

If I didn't, I'd think.

And thinking is the hardest,
most demanding thing that can be.

One always thinks too much.

The main thing is to participate.

A book makes me think its way.

What I don't want,
is to think my way.

I want to be led. Like an Arab.
In a street, he feels the street.

While we think about the goal.

An Arab said: "One is the first
figure of the endless number."

An idea is a flash.

We have only 3 or 4 real ideas
during our lifetime.

People who are always thinking
don't exist.

Look at soft watches, for example.

That's right,
I'm not looking for anything.

If I come across a Rousseau,
I read Rousseau.

I could just as well
read Don Quixote.

If a pretty girl
offers herself, I take her.

But for the moment,
I have no desire for a romance.

What if Haydée
goes to your bed?

Who? Oh that girl...
Did she go to yours?

No, there's always someone in mine.

But that's her directive side.

That doesn't matter.

She hasn't reached that stage yet.

For 24 to 48 hours,
she can even be remarkably faithful.

And 3 or 4 days after I arrived...

at 2 a.m.

Coming back from my swim,
I saw her with a boy her age.

A little later,
they came down on the lawn.

From what Daniel had told me...

I'd expected another girl
I'd seen at Rodolphe's,

an exasperating pest.

Let's kill a chicken.

This one had

the same haircut.

But I didn't recognize her,
from so far.

I'm not a good judge of faces.

It didn't matter, because
I wasn't giving her a chance

of getting along with me either.

She had recognized me
as the man who, 2 weeks ago,

at Rodolphe's,
had entered her room.

Do you know Adrian?

I think so.

We must have met at Rodolphe's.

Yes...

I see.

It's a pity Rodolphe
isn't here this year.

I know he hates travelling.

I know about boats.
My father's in the boat business.

He invented the first yacht
made of plastic.

And you, what do you do?

What?

I mean, for work?

I'm a doctor.

A regular doctor?

No, an eye specialist.

And I can see
you can barely stand daylight.

Are you serious?

My first impressions
are always right.

Let me see your glasses.

Are they prescription?

No, they're sunglasses,
I bought them in a store.

You know, it's dangerous
to buy shoddy goods.

Shoddy! I paid 150 francs for them.
They're polaroid.

Polarization is like extrapolation,

an already obsolete theory.

Today we're coming back
to the old idea,

that the only
protection from the sun...

is colour.

See the ones
I prescribed for Daniel.

There are 2 colours,
blue and magenta.

Both are efficient
against harmful rays.

What's magenta?

The racket started again
the next night.

I decided it'd be the last one.

Keep quiet, Miss!

You'll have to leave, old man.

Who are you?
I don't know you!

You've disturbed my rest, Sir.

It's a pity.

Might is right.

OK, I'm leaving.

My father's away for a week.
Come to my house?

You're not going
to stay with them!

Yes!

Haydée didn't invite
anyone else to stay.

She made phone calls around 8 p.m.

You take the path.
The house is 200 meters away.

No, not the road, the path.

You'll tell me later.

OK, see you later. Kisses.

She usually came home at dawn,
when I was getting up.

The boy wasn't always
the one who'd come to pick her up.

- See you!
- Yes, tonight, bye.

Since she spent her days sleeping,
we hardly saw her.

One evening,
needing a ride, she asked me.

Is Werner there, please?

Do you know when he'll be back?

Tell him Haydée called.

H-a-y-d-é-e.

Can you give me a ride?

- What for?
- I have a date.

- With which one?
- You don't know him.

Make sure the next one has a car.

- You can't?
- I can, but I don't want to.

Darling you lack good manners.

Look at Daniel and me.

We find happiness
in virtue and the simple life.

One finds happiness
where one can.

Will you come swim
tomorrow at 7?

OK.

Haydée took me at my word.

Which, I must say, I rather liked.

The situation was cleared up.

Like Daniel,
she'd be part of my solitude.

Since she was there,
why not annex her.

I made our relationship
clear at once,

simple friendship.

I knew she would have liked
exactly the opposite,

a semi-ceremonial,
semi-insolent courtship.

That was my style...

with any other girl, that is.

In fact, for several days,
the three of us lived pleasantly...

each engrossed
in our own occupations...

and chores around the house...

which we made
very important, on purpose.

Haydée was easy to get along with
and able to be in tune with us...

without imitating our tics too much.

There was
a hitch somewhere, however,

which I felt,

although Haydée very cleverly hid

what I supposed was her game.

It was precisely
her reserve that irritated me.

So I took the risk
of rushing things,

and afraid of letting myself soften,

chose the irreparable.

Shall we sit down?

Here, catch.

The worst thing here is the wine.

It's disgusting!

I don't drink it anymore.

It's wrong to drink
something one doesn't like,

to accept things one dislikes...

to see people one dislikes...

to caress a girl one dislikes.

It's supremely immoral.

My error is to want
to check my first impressions.

The legs of a girl with
an ugly nose leave me indifferent.

Don't touch them.

Besides...

It bothers me that
you're running after me.

I am not!

Yes you are.

I can tell when a girl's interested.

Another time, you could have me.

I'm weak, and too nice.

One must know how to be moral.

If I think of you
as a girl I should sleep with

I see all your faults.

You must have some qualities.

Do you think so?

Why not go after Daniel.

Of course, he's far superior to you,

but his morality
is more flexible than mine.

There are plenty
of other boys you know.

I know Haydée, you're too popular.

We live the same dramas.

My tactic
apparently hadn't worked.

But the feeling
left by my blundering

ruined our relationship.

The little game of hide-and-seek...

far from protecting
my cherished solitude...

brought something dramatic
and unbalanced to it.

I was obliged

to be more and more
interested in her.

Daniel, here,
was a bad master,

his mysterious attitude
giving me food for thought.

Haydée's looking for you.

Oh yes. What for?

Don't know. I can't imagine
what she wants with you.

Listen...

Do me a favour.

I'm ready to kick her out.

That's not it.

Daniel, take her.

Take her yourself
and leave me alone!

I'm asking you for a favour.

No, old man.
I don't do that for anyone.

Sleep with her. In fact
if I were you, I'd charge.

Well go ahead, charge!

I no longer want
to make the least effort.

And even if I wanted to...

I'm not sure I'd succeed.

You won't make me believe that
you'd find it hard to lay that tart.

Yes.

I decided long ago
not to run after any girl.

It tires me out.

But since she's after you, take her.

She's quite charming.

That's just it.

I'm fed up with little girls
everyone admires.

Fed up with girls everyone shares.

It depresses me.

I'm still interested in perversity.
But nothing like that kind of chick.

Please!

She won't want me.

Be serious, Daniel.

I am serious!

The more girls a guy has,
the more he's suspect.

The important thing
is not to be liked.

It flatters me.

It's nice not to be
in her collection.

Her guys aren't so bad.

Maybe...it's not important.

I don't give a fig
about a girl liking me or not.

You wouldn't do it for me?

That's enough!

Daniel, my friend,
I don't understand you.

Screw her, old man!

In spite of my inclination
to be a hermit,

I wasn't totally
cut off from the world.

So, I accepted to dine out once.

I was well aware
that even justified by business

this killed my fine resolutions.

It cleared up my ideas,

and I saw the immensity
of my error.

If there existed any quarrel,

it was between
Daniel and me.

He was scoring high
as he attacked our ironies.

Coming home, I felt
the game was rigged,

and that an essential card
was missing,

a precise fact which was going

to be disclosed right then.

In the morning,
Daniel was sulky with the girl.

Less to mislead me,
since he guessed that I knew,

than to surprise me.

She was the one
hurt by this attack,

more clearly than
when I'd attacked her

which vexed me.

On bad terms with both of us,

she was forced to go back
to her old life.

I'm coming!

You're going downhill.

Downhill fast!

Then, an era
of open hostility began...

an era during which
our respective talents...

hers, as well as ours,

were fully exploited.

I found a definition for Haydée.

She's a collector!

Haydée, if you sleep around
without premeditation...

you are the lowest of the low.

The atrocious ingenue.

But, if you collect
in a consistent way,

with obstinacy,

if it's a plot,
things are entirely different.

Yes, but she collects badly.

I'm not a collector.

Don't say that.
It's your only quality.

You're completely wrong.
I'm searching.

I'm trying to find something.

I may be mistaken.

She takes what she finds.

She doesn't know
what postponement means.

No. I exploit.

It can be anything, the main thing
is for me to get something.

No, you scrape the barrel,

and you end up with only a pile

which collapses 'cause
there's nothing behind it.

- You scrape the barrel too.
- I'm a barbarian.

If I slept with you,
it was without ulterior motives.

Illogical! You blame me
for taking anything,

and you brag about doing it.

Not being a barbarian,
you can't behave like one.

But I can.

One must always be killing
something.

Sleeping with you or not
changes nothing.

I slept with you
as soon as I saw you.

Where was that?

She was dancing. And you?

She was making love.

Physically, that is.

With a guy, in bed.

I thought the room was empty.

So, you see, you've slept with her.
All men have slept with her, the slut.

A collector certainly
is a poor wretch...

who thinks only of adding.

He'll never be happy
with one object.

He'll always look for
the remarkable object in a series.

He'll always want to have a set.

We're very far from purity.

What's important,
is elimination.

The idea of collecting
is opposite to that of purity.

The feeling Haydée aroused in me,

was at least that of curiosity.

She was, in fact,
the center of my interest.

That girl, finally accepted
as part of the scenery,

was becoming the focus,
pushing Daniel to the background.

You're not going out tonight?

No, as you can see.

Do you want to go out with me?

You're going out?

If you want to.

Let's all go.

No.

Yes Daniel, come.

I'm high.

I'm staying.

Go out together.

All right.

Let's go!

OK.

After a calm night,

during which the girls we met
acted as foils to Haydée...

prompted by the hour
and insomnia...

I let myself hurry things a bit.

I'm told, Miss,
that your name is Fanchon?

Fanchon, that's right.

A nice name.

And you're from Paris?

Yes, that's true.

So my information is correct.

Yes, it's true.

Fine harbour!

Yes, but I'm a bit cold.

But it's so warm.

Adrian, get my jacket please.

It's beautiful.

- Very beautiful.
- Very, very beautiful!

Let's go.

Yes, let's go.

Since we weren't sleepy...
I suggested a walk up the mountain.

If she was following a plan,
it was going well.

If she was trying
to add me to her collection...

She was handling things perfectly.

Her behaviour could be regarded,

ever since we had met,

including her affair with Daniel,

as the most sure way,

to arouse my interest in her.

She'd succeeded,
if it was true,

which I readily admitted.

On the way back,
we decided to go for a swim.

I wanted to be sure,
at my own risk,

of the strength
of my suppositions.

You know, it's easy to get Daniel.

He doesn't interest me.

He's much better
than anyone else you've met.

You may be right, for here...

Anyway, it's my business.

But it bothers me
that you're on bad terms.

This kind of situation amuses me.

Simple happiness makes me sad.

To think you're loved
by an exceptional being!

Mind your own business!

I came to find peace,
and you're disturbing it.

If everyone lives for himself,
I won't disturb it.

Haydée, let's make peace.

- We're not at war.
- Yes, we are.

It's you who keeps it going.

You seem to interpret as hostile
a fundamentally friendly attitude.

I feel the same way about you.

Then there's no problem.

I don't see any.
You just love to rack your brains.

In so far as you're only
half likable to me.

We're both indifferent,
and that's fine.

It doesn't mean
we can't live together.

I've often wondered
what your smile meant.

Nothing.

That's what I thought.

Now, she certainly wouldn't
make any moves toward me.

She obliged me to commit
myself little by little.

Let's swim?

I'm sleepy.
Let's go.

Her romance with Daniel
didn't leave me at peace.

Their complicity was artificial.

Were they playing a game
for themselves, or for me?

Iffor me, I came back
to my first theory.

Why would such an easy girl
waste time

trying to get me that way,

when my rashness
left her a direct path?

Those were my minor worries.

I had another,
much more serious one.

That of organising a meeting
with the curio collector,

who was also a probable partner
in the gallery I wanted to open.

The preparation
of all this went quickly.

What do you think of it?

It's a very rare Chinese vase.

I've been trying
to get it for 3 years.

It looks more Hindu or Siamese.

Because of the elephants.

It's a Song from the 10th Century.

Just before elephants
disappeared from China,

before the uprising
of the people.

And this one?

It looks more Chinese.

Because it's Japanese.

A Satsuma from the 19th C.

It's worthless. I got it as a bonus.

Take it.

Thanks, I will.

Things were deteriorating
between Daniel and Haydée.

Each wanted to split
on his own terms,

which explained the games.

Daniel took the lead and planned
a finale that resembled him.

Stop that!

That's enough!

Will you be done soon?

I've never seen such a dumb guy.

I wonder what I'm doing here.

Quiet, little idiot!
You get on my nerves.

You were lucky enough to have
both of us interested in you.

Adrian's right,

you're made for the jerks
who screw you.

For a while, I thought
you had something in you,

to draw you out
of your pitiful insignificance.

What fascinated me
is your insignificance.

I don't even think you're ugly.

What attracted me...

was a trace
of ugliness in your face.

Then, you can be a bit moving.

But when you're pretty, or lovely,

then, let me laugh!

You represent the lowest...most
degraded and absent stage of beauty.

Listen to me.

Every ray of light
has a most brilliant,

and weakest point.

The thing is to intercept it.

It can't function in emptiness.

One can make it fall
in a straight line...

reflect or deflect it,
bring it in or spread it out...

make it as round as a bubble...

make it shine or block it.

At its weakest, it's darkness.

You're definitely irrecuperable.

Or maybe for
an Impressionist painter!

I haven't wasted
too much time with you.

But I can't afford to waste any.

I'm stopping here. Good night.

I'm leaving tomorrow.
I've been invited to the Seychelles.

That's too bad.

My friend Sam, the collector,

is coming tomorrow.

He's completely crazy,
that painter!

I wasted enough time with him too.

I'm fed up
with artificial abnormals.

I won't stay here one more minute.

Is Felix there, please?

Never mind, I'll call later.

If you have somewhere
to go, I can drive you.

I'm not leaving.

This house is mine as much as yours.

I'll write Rodolphe
to get you to leave.

You think Rodolphe
will care about what you say.

You can be sure that Daniel
prepared his exit carefully.

Did you believe him?

True or not,
it's all the same to me.

I hate that kind of scene.

Anyway, it's over.

I'll stay here.
But I won't talk to either of you.

I'll take the front room.

As you wish.

OK, we've been very cruel.

Your romance
is none of my business.

But why are you mad at me?

You put those stupid ideas
in Daniel's head.

Ideas? I don't have any ideas.

I kept saying nice things about you.

I can do my own advertising!

The only thing
I could reproach you for,

is your lack of humour!

I only criticize people I like.

If I thought ill of you,
I wouldn't tell you.

Let's drink to our reconciliation.

Forgive me, I've been very nasty.

Hardly.

Yes, you push me to crime,
and I can't help but take the bait.

What irritates me in you,
isn't what you think.

I think nothing.

Yes, it's that
you don't know what you want.

It took me a long time to see it.

Maybe I don't have what I want.

But, I know quite well what I want.

And what's that?

To have normal
relationships with people.

It's always difficult for me,
whatever I do.

I seldom get what I want.

Actually, I've never had it.

And Daniel, did you want him?

Not really,
I don't call that wanting.

I'd have liked
to be a friend of his.

And yours, perhaps.

You could, with me.

In my own way, I like you. A lot.

You keep criticizing me.
And Daniel follows your lead.

He's old enough
to form his own opinion.

Besides, from the very beginning,

you brought those horrid guys here.

I never brought anyone!

And that first guy?

Well...that one...

And those
who come get you?

If they're stupid enough
to come get me...

I haven't gone out for 2 weeks.

I haven't said anything for 2 weeks.

I said nothing tonight.

You didn't stand up for me.

I'm lazy, you know.

You'd be glad if I left?

Not at all, you're charming.

You think I'm ugly.

I never said that.

I said that
you aren't my type.

But for your type, you're perfect.

An inferior type?

An in-between type.

My taste isn't necessarily good.

Hypocrite!

That's not hypocrisy, it's charm.

Don't think I despise you.

Far from it,
you're well above your lovers.

They're not my lovers.
I have no lovers.

And if I did,
they wouldn't be them.

Anyway, I'm free to see
whom I wish.

No, you're not free.

As I'm not free
to go after an ugly girl.

Me?

Your case is different.

With girls like you,
I've always wasted my time.

But you're an exception.

I feel that with you,
it won't be entirely wasted.

In short, you're a dangerous girl.

Don't you think?

I can't understand
how you ever believed...

that I disliked you.

Enough for tonight, I'm sleepy.

Shall we go to bed?

How wonderful!

I'm through with both of you.

You never started with me.

Yes, too much.

It was baked at
a relatively low temperature.

570 to 750 degrees.

Think so?

I know so.

It's a characteristic
of the vases from that era.

What I like is the ears.

I'd like a car
for Bertaud's, Ramatuelle Road.

When? 5 minutes, thank you.

I can drive you.

No, it's all right.

Let me introduce you to Sam.

This is your collector?

I'm not interested
in collectors, Sir.

Since I rarely see any,

I must tell you
that you're quite ridiculous.

That's enough, Daniel!

I hate collectors.

I can't bear the sight of them.

I refuse to get
mixed up in your schemes.

I don't have to flatter people,
especially not these.

Come here, I have to talk to you.

He must have wanted
to make a scene.

Actually, he's angry at the girl.

She's lovely.

His girlfriend?

Not at all.

Yours?

No.

She just lives here...

sleeps around a bit.

Well, a lot.

She's a collector.

A collector!

We have something in common.

Are you part of her collection?

You should be.

Do you want to be?

- Me?
- Why not?

She's the fastest girl in the world.

I like ones that are hard to get.

Sam, admit that you like her.

That's not the question.

She has to find me attractive.

Consider it done.

She does everything
I tell her to do.

There's always
that Machiavellian side to you.

You say that because
she left with the other.

No, certainly not.

Are you sure?

Before leaving, I went to see
Haydée, to explain the plan to her.

May I come in?

He wants us to spend
the night at his place.

I can't, I have an important
appointment in the morning.

But you could go.

I'd go get you the day after.

What exactly am I
supposed to do with him?

Whatever you like.

But he'd be offended if you refuse
especially after Daniel's exit.

In short,
I'm the bonus for the vase.

It isn't only the vase.

I have a major project with him,

the financing of a gallery.

In business, you must
create an environment,

a favourable one.

I love to do things for people.
Especially you.

Anyway, I feel safer
with him than with you.

Which can be interpreted both ways.

I see only one.

Of course, this plot
was bluff on my part,

and on Sam's,
who loved this kind ofjoke.

And also on Haydée's,

whose readiness
to obey me pleased me,

and united us better
than our false confidences.

The evening was calm,

and each of us
played his part carefully.

It's time to go.

I have an important
appointment in Nice.

Stay here, I have
a spare room for you.

Thank you, but I hate
sleeping only 2 hours.

I prefer a sleepless night.

Besides, I have
to take our friend home.

Do as you like.

But I'm keeping Haydée.

Do you mind?

- Not at all.
- OK then.

What would you like for breakfast?

Fried eggs with grated cheese,
and lots of cornflakes.

I slept all morning, and an errand
I had to run cut into my afternoon,

so I decided to stay downtown.

For the first time since
I'd arrived, I was bored.

And I preferred
to be bored outdoors.

I couldn't wait
to see Sam and Haydée,

though I knew
not to expect anything,

since nothing would happen.

I was irritated by the pleasure
they'd both taken in their roles.

They were now
at the core,

even if nothing was happening,
and I was in exile.

It made me jealous, and I felt
how ridiculous it was to be so.

That I could miss her at all,
I couldn't admit.

Yet, I felt closer than ever to her,

unable to confuse her
with the other girls,

whom I'd certainly
have rejected that night.

When the time came
to leave for Sam's,

I was on edge,

and hated myself
and the rest of the world.

Do you speak English?

What's the best way
to get to the sea, please?

That way.

But the sea's over there!

To greet me,
Sam and Haydée had prepared

a scene meant to cheer me up

but in which I saw
a complicity that irritated me.

Did you have a good time?

Lovely!

Sam attacked me all evening,

on what he thought
were my weak points.

He meant to humiliate me
in front of the girl.

To do nothing,
and think, is exhausting.

In fact, working is easier.

One starts downhill.

There's laziness in work.
Work is an escape,

a sort of good conscience one buys.

Obviously, you're
the least lazy person I know.

I haven't taken a holiday
in over 10 years.

Sure, you're on holiday permanently.

Yes and no, not quite.

What amuses me in you, is that
you always try to justify yourself.

On the contrary, I don't have
a guilty conscience.

You're a liar.

You have the guilt
of not having money.

Sam, surely you've heard
of the Tarahumaras?

When the Tarahumaras
go into towns, they beg.

They stop in front
of houses, in profile,

in sovereign contempt.

Successful or not,
they leave after a given time,

without a thank you.

When I beg, it's in profile.

Besides, we are always
someone else's slave.

I find less dishonor
in living at a friend's house,

than in being paid by the State.

Today, most people do useless work.

Three quarters of all activities
are parasitic.

I'm not a parasite,

the bureaucrats,
the technicians are.

If I were 6'6
with an eagle's profile,

I'd feel nearer to the Gods too.

You're nostalgic for the old days.

While I'm happy to live
in this modern world.

I'm as modern as you are.

But what counts today,
isn't work, it's laziness.

Everyone says work
is but a means to an end.

We speak of
a civilization of leisure.

By then, we'll have lost
our sense of leisure.

Some people work
for 40 years, then rest.

And when they get to rest,
don't know how to, and die of it.

I think sincerely, that I serve
mankind better by resting

than by working.

One must have courage
to not work.

More courage
than to go to the moon?

Of course, one can
also go to the moon.

It's both fascinating
and contemptible.

If I have to listen to
your monologue tonight,

I'll sleep here in this chair.

Your attitude is that
of a small child,

quite happy with his mediocre life.

Go to the moon, Adrian.

To Jupiter too.

Hurry, and when you get there,

send me a postcard,

if you have the money to buy one.

I've always
regretted not being rich.

But if I were, my dandyism,
as you say, would be easy,

and would totally lack heroism.

And I can't imagine
a dandy without heroism.

Do you find
his metaphysical monologue

as interesting as Tarzan?

Don't mind him.
He talks to hear himself.

Yes, she's right.

Be careful!

Very clever!

She's impossible!

Your rooms are on the second floor.

And you laugh!

One doesn't break a Song vase!

I break whatever I wish.

Besides you've already been paid.

One still doesn't break
a Song vase!

I didn't do it on purpose.

You think it's funny too.

A true collector
would've killed you.

You're impossible.

I knew I couldn't take you anywhere.

You shouldn't have left me
with him for 2 days.

- What did he do to you?
- Nothing.

Did he bother you?

Not at all. We went boating.

Last night he took me
to the Casino. Lovely...

Are you're hurt
because he didn't try?

Would you believe me
if I said I slept with him?

I'd believe anything from you.

I know that if you say yes,
it probably means no.

But it might mean yes as well.

You're a little immoral slut!

I definitely don't agree
with your morals.

I don't either.

Besides, I feel like
eluding them now.

I'm sleepy.

Let's go up?

No, let's go home.

The die was cast!

The girl proved the strongest.

I came back
to my theory once again.

For three weeks,

she'd acted,
with the sole idea of possessing me.

Daniel, Sam,
and now the broken vase,

were steps taken
to conquer precious me.

My protective fortress
of moralism was tumbling down.

Since I'd come to Rodolphe's
searching for pleasure,

why not, for the 8 days left me,
enjoy myself with Haydée?

An affair so clearly situated

in space and time gratified
my wishes for total adventure.

One week was the ideal length

that I'd have liked
my casual affairs to last,

and not the one night, or long
ordeals they'd been till now.

It's Haydée!

Wait a minute.

Come with us?

- Where?
- To Lorenzo's.

In Rome?

No, he's at his villa in San Felice.

I can't now.

Take the address.

Wait!

San Fe...li...ce...

I can't now, I tell you.

Drop him!

Give me the address.

- Let's go.
- I can't just like that!

When I started the motor
it was just to clear the road,

and stop Haydée's procrastination.

I soon realized
that I wouldn't stop,

and for the first time, was making

the right decision.

This is the story
of my changes of mind.

My musing was making way,

for the decision I'd made
the first few days here.

Now I could follow the plan
I'd made for my vacation.

Peace and solitude
were mine at last.

Not only were they given to me,

but I got them,
by at last asserting my freedom.

I was enjoying my victory,

and ascribed it
to myself alone, not chance.

I was overwhelmed by a feeling of
delightful independence,

of a total self-determination.

But in the emptiness
and silence of the house,

I was overcome with anguish.
I was unable to sleep.

Is this the airport?

When is there a flight to London?

Today, yes.